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House Mouse
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Dark Wanderings Obsidian orbs
glitter in the darkness
as ice flows deep
and venom builds.
The viper writhes in her pit,
tongue flickering,
tasting the air,
biding her time.
Poor little mouse.
Let's play house,
my fair weather friend.
You never know
when rain may fall,
and after all...
what are friends for?
